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In the beautiful, man sets himself up as the standard of perfection; in select cases he worships himself in it… Man believes that the world itself is filled with beauty- he forgets that it is he who has created it. He alone has bestowed beauty upon the world- alas! only a very human, an all too human, beauty.  —Friedrich Nietzsche
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The love of our private friends is the only preparatory exercise for the love of all men  —John Henry Newman
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Doubt, it seems to me, is the central condition of a human being in the twentieth century.  —Salman Rushdie
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
- Anais Nin

ϟ Stendhal Syndrome

def. a psychosomatic response—tachycardia, vertigo, fainting, confusion and even hallucinations—when the ‘victim’ is exposed to particularly beautiful, or large amounts of, art in a single place— the response can also occur when a person is overwhelmed by breathtaking natural beauty

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“Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination”
- Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951)
this is what i want. look at the cotton dresses, ribbons, rocks and long, smooth hair. i’m not yearning for summer as such, in fact, for once i’m indifferent towards the passing of time. 
i would like ibiza though, i would like a chance to clear my head but then again, what good would that do? a fresh sea breeze and red soil won’t be my deus ex machina,

“Let reason be the slave of the passions” - Hume